The Daily Adventures of Mercat

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! Still here. Still alive. Still posting. Hope you're all doing okay, too.

Maybe have some pie?



Then there's turkey, or maybe some other birds if that's not your thing.

rolls
mashed potatoes
cranberry sauce
stuffing
green bean casserole

and, as always, yams.

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I had a whole song parody ready to go again this year... and now I can't remember what it was. But good news, I found an actual Thanksgiving song!



And now, the weather:

turkey
green bean casserole
corn
turnips
cranberry sauce
pumpkin pie
And, as always, the yams.



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I'm still around! Happy thanksgiving!

to talk of Thanksgiving!



(turkey source)

(...cranberry source)

"Of corn, and peas, and casserole,
off cabbages, and greens,
and why potatoes taste so great,
and gravy on stuffing."

"A lot of thanks," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Friends and family besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, fam'ly dear,
We can begin to feed."


Happy thanksgiving, all!

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It's here, kids! I hope you're having a wonderful day. (And yes, I'm still alive.)



Here's your turkey, Ohio-style.

Corn!
Mashed potatoes!
Green bean casserole! Also, apparently, a midwestern thing?
Stuffing!
Pumpkin pie!
I yam eternal on the thanksgiving road!



And now, the rest of the dozen delicious!

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The 2014 post...sort of.

Also my dad's cousin opened up her luggage and found a gecko/anole/something inside. So now we're going to buy crickets to feed it.

I DIDN'T SLEEP MUCH LAST NIGHT

GOT LIKE TWO HOURS

MAYBE

HAPPY FUCKSGIVEN WHICH I HAVE DETERMINED IS THE INTERSECTION OF THANKSGIVING, TURDUCKEN, AND NOT GIVING A FUCK


HAVE SOME TURKEYS WITH CROWNS BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN KNOW, FOR REALS



Is this a thing?



I guess that's a thing. Well, whatever. It's a thing now.

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING FOR A MENU THIS YEAR but hey, I am so totally out of it, let's just say I'm intending to break tradition so I don't stress myself out in the future. RIGHT? RIGHT. Because this week has been ridiculous dealing with my grandma. Lord love her but HOLY SHITCAKES, GRANDMA. She talks and talks and talks and complains and doesn't listen when you try to explain or fix it or teach her to fix it.

SO here's the yams and holy shit I'm watching Power Rangers on the Macy's Parade right now, WHAT IS TODAY.

LJ just ate my whole post.

Dammit.


I was already Not Giving enough Fucks to care, so, sorry. I was working on a nice little almost-carefree and certainly fucksgiven-free* not-exactly-a rant about the stereotypical genderized joke commentary and some strange assumptions and possibly dive into a little of the mysterious dark world of omg me and relationships** but I currently don't have the desire to retype it (no fucks given currently), so. I don't even have the energy to let this paragraph trawl off (that's like trail off, right?) in an ellipsis because there is far too much implied subtlety in an ellipsis and I am not implying anything right now. There is not enough depth in my stream of consciousness, I am that much in not-giving-a-fuck-mode. (I'll probably explain tomorrow.) Critical depth has not been reached. (Ha, hydraulics joke.)

Au contraire, the material may still be ripe for publishing tomorrow, as I try to scrape together a traditional Thanksgiving post because I am really not feeling it this year. I am just... out of food references.

Also let it be known that my cat's breath smells like asshole and I can smell it from 3 feet away. This could be an issue.

*Is that like Thanksgiving? New thing: it is. Happy Fucksgiven! I imagine this is because of the similarity to "turducken" as well.

**Accidentally typed relationshops. I don't know what that is but it sounds like something that exists in a hilarious alternate-reality version of Diagon Alley. [EDIT: It also might be like photoshops. Still hilarious.]



Problem: I think I am a better (read: funnier) writer when I am tired/out-of-it. I think this is because I just stream-of-consciousness better. I don't know how to control this letting-go-ness though.

May your day be filled with chocolate bunnies, caramel filled eggs and delicious buttered popcorn jellybeans. Actually the fact that I got non-generic jelly beans is amazing (first time ever!). And delicious.

Here, have a video! Raiders of the Lost Egg. Which, personally, I would have called Raiders of the Lost Yolk, but that's just me.



My favorite part is the easter grass and how the Nazi bunny is white chocolate. E]:)

Can't talk much, gotta run. Not quite finished packing yet for our trip, insanely busy on my own anyhow, gotta get some sleep in there somewhere... but happy holidays nonetheless! May you be blessed with family and friends, but if you need an ear to turn to just drop me a line. ;)

This afternoon there was an absolutely perfect snow flurry. Fluffy flakes, but not windy at all. Even a shade of sun poking through. It didn't last long, but it sure was beautiful. I was happy, for that short five minutes, that I was outside walking back from class and not inside hiding from the cold. :3

I've been in such a fluffy mood the past couple days. I think it's a damning combination of Christmas on the horizon and a full-out double-plus Indiana Jones marathon.

At any rate, I found a new challenge. I was going to start it up tonight but I'm exhausted and I have a lot to do tomorrow... Unfortunately, for about 36 more hours, it's still finals week.